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"
Yes
,
and
everyone
knew
he
was
no
danger
.
Martin
was
n't
right
in
the
head
.
I
mean
,
he
still
acted
like
a
three-year-old
.
He
just
wanted
the
glasses
to
play
with
,
"
says
Rue
.
Hearing
this
makes
me
feel
like
District
12
is
some
sort
of
safe
haven
.
Of
course
,
people
keel
over
from
starvation
all
the
time
,
but
I
ca
n't
imagine
the
Peacekeepers
murdering
a
simpleminded
child
.
There
's
a
little
girl
,
one
of
Greasy
Sae
's
grandkids
,
who
wanders
around
the
Hob
.
She
's
not
quite
right
,
but
she
's
treated
as
a
sort
of
pet
.
People
toss
her
scraps
and
things
.
"
So
what
do
these
do
?
"
I
ask
Rue
,
taking
the
glasses
.
"
They
let
you
see
in
complete
darkness
,
"
says
Rue
.
"
Try
them
tonight
when
the
sun
goes
down
.
"
I
give
Rue
some
matches
and
she
makes
sure
I
have
plenty
of
leaves
in
case
my
stings
flare
up
again
.
We
extinguish
our
fire
and
head
upstream
until
it
's
almost
nightfall
.
"
Where
do
you
sleep
?
"
I
ask
her
.
"
In
the
trees
?
"
She
nods
.
"
In
just
your
jacket
?
"
Rue
holds
up
her
extra
pair
of
socks
.
"
I
have
these
for
my
hands
.
"
I
think
of
how
cold
the
nights
have
been
.
"
You
can
share
my
sleeping
bag
if
you
want
.
We
'll
both
easily
fit
.
"
Her
face
lights
up
.
I
can
tell
this
is
more
than
she
dared
hope
for
.
We
pick
a
fork
high
in
a
tree
and
settle
in
for
the
night
just
as
the
anthem
begins
to
play
.
There
were
no
deaths
today
.
